The Dalmasca Westersands was an unforgiving place, even the shade being scalding to those unused to travelling through these scorched lands.

Powerful beasts roamed through the wilderness, searching for a meal.

A large dinosaur-like monster devoured a wolf alive.

Large birds targeted cactuars and smaller creatures.

The occasional skeleton attested to the unforgiving wastes.

An entrance to the Zertinan Caverns was hidden within the canyons, unbeknownst to all but the most devoted and skilled explorers.

A flash of light shimmered suddenly at the opening, and faded just as quickly as it had appeared.

A naked man was lying in the sand, a burnt circle of glass encompassing him.

He grunted in pain as he tried to stand, but could only get to his knees.

His right eye was gone, only a bleeding socket in its place.

He was not as young as Elijah had assumed, being around fifty in actuality.

His salt-and-pepper hair was more grey, combed back (though a little unkempt at the moment) in an organized style.

He was strong, in body and in spirit.

"…W…wh…who…who am I?" He uttered a few words with some difficulty.

As he spoke, he experienced a brief flash of memory.

Abraham

He heard the word spoken, and gasped in pain as he clutched his head.

"…That's my real name. Jack." He spoke the words, and instantly regretted saying them.

That was his name before he failed to protect his master.

Now he would take a new name.

Abraham.

But where was he?

A desert?

If so, he needed to find clothes and civilization.

He managed to stand with some difficulty.

"I…I won't fail. Vengeance…" He spoke earnestly, unable to think about anything else as he began trudging away from the cave.

He felt his entire body burned and battered by the sun.

He was exposed to the elements for hours, only able to continue with sheer willpower.

What was minutes felt like years.

Just as he began to give up, he looked to the north.

A city. Large…and on the horizon.

But what interested him was the oasis nearby. And the tents set up at the oasis.

He felt his spirits renewed, and began walking with newfound energy.

Even though he felt as if he was going to simply collapse, he did not stop.

He could not stop.

He would not stop.

He finally stepped into the camp, and dropped to his knees just as he saw human shapes.